Need to Vent

For the dear love of GOD, am I living with a twelve year old??

I just had to hide Sean’s X-Box controllers so he will do some fucking work around here.

Yes, you read that right.

I worked a ten-hour day yesterday, on top of cleaning the kitchen, cleaning the dining room, unpacking more boxes in our bedroom. This morning, I have to do laundry because the baskets were overflowing.

Sean had yesterday off. He played X-Box, went to karaoke, came home and played more X-Box.

Nope. That’s it.

He couldn’t even be bothered to pick up his take-out cups.

I have to FUCKING WORK. I AM NOT A MAID. I HAVE A JOB I HAVE TO DO WHILE I AM HOME.

ARRRRGHGHHHGHGHGHGHGHGHHGHGGLIAHSF(OIQEHWRIOWEHROBNfouihbefioubwgeiougrbawdfukhf!!!!!!!!

I just pounded that out on the keyboard while gritting my teeth. I’m a little better, but boy am I still mad.